Twelve thousand boots shook the earth, waving there banners. Leaning on each others shoulder they drop their guns. Ready for war just by stand together. In 12 thousand score. Marching straight like a desert storm. Hear there steps vibrate through the grounds. Hear there arms, their words break through the air. Some feared fate itself. Others died to find it. Some tried to kill it. But only few will forget .The day they stopped fighting was the day the won the war.
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